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... voice ; These oft have found my heart forlorn , And always bid that heart rejoice . Go , man of pleasure , strike thy lyre , Of broken Sabbaths sing the charms , Ours be the prophet's car of fire , That bears us to a Father's arms ...
... voice ; These oft have found my heart forlorn , And always bid that heart rejoice . Go , man of pleasure , strike thy lyre , Of broken Sabbaths sing the charms , Ours be the prophet's car of fire , That bears us to a Father's arms ...
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... voice , his hand , his smile , Divides me for a little while ; Thou Saviour , mark'st the tears I shed , For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead . And O ! when I have safely past Through every conflict but the last ; Still , still ...
... voice , his hand , his smile , Divides me for a little while ; Thou Saviour , mark'st the tears I shed , For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead . And O ! when I have safely past Through every conflict but the last ; Still , still ...
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... voice , But leave to heav'n the measure and the choice ; Safe in his power , whose eyes discern afar The secret ambush of a specious prayer . Implore his aid ; in his decisions rest Secure ; whate'er he gives , he gives the best ; Yet ...
... voice , But leave to heav'n the measure and the choice ; Safe in his power , whose eyes discern afar The secret ambush of a specious prayer . Implore his aid ; in his decisions rest Secure ; whate'er he gives , he gives the best ; Yet ...
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... voice sublime is heard afar , In distant peals it dies ; He yokes the whirlwinds to his car , And sweeps the howling skies . Ye nations bend , in rev'rence bend , Ye monarchs wait his nod , And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate ...
... voice sublime is heard afar , In distant peals it dies ; He yokes the whirlwinds to his car , And sweeps the howling skies . Ye nations bend , in rev'rence bend , Ye monarchs wait his nod , And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate ...
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... sustain . Should there remain of rescuing grace No glimpse , no shadow left to trace , Hear thy Lord's voice , " " Tis Jesus ' will ; " Believe , thou dark lost pilgrim still . Then , thy sad night of terrors past , Though 72 12 LUTHER .
... sustain . Should there remain of rescuing grace No glimpse , no shadow left to trace , Hear thy Lord's voice , " " Tis Jesus ' will ; " Believe , thou dark lost pilgrim still . Then , thy sad night of terrors past , Though 72 12 LUTHER .
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Page 101 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Page 9 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,— How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head...
Page 4 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous tale, And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What...
Page 56 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
Page 20 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 105 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Page 40 - CREATOR spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come visit every pious mind ; Come pour thy joys on human kind ; From sin and sorrow set us free, And make thy temples worthy thee.
Page 61 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 131 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; ' Naked, come to Thee for dress, Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Page 155 - RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace ; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven, thy native place : Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove ; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above.